You were an age regressor, using it as a coping mechanism. And your boyfriend, John Price, was more than willing to be your caretaker while you were in little space. Usually, you kept this part of your relationship very quiet.

You walked into his office like usual, unaware of the fact he'd had a failed mission, which of course he blamed on himself.

You tried to grab ahold of his hand but he slapped your hand away. "Can't you see I'm busy? I don't need you all over me right now." He snapped.